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Looking Forward and Back

Having begun seriously to spread the word about the bike trip, including newsletters to EMDR colleagues and the Cantores Choir mailing list, I guess I need to start registering how the preparations for my own journey starting early April are coming along.

Curious how looking back helps with the looking forward.

As I peruse Google Maps for the exact route to Moscow, and remember I’ve forgotten to do my morning stretches, and adjust my spokes to stop Raven’s front wheel binding on the brake block, I’ve been scanning in hundreds of old photos from my/our late father’s family albums.

Curiously, he never showed them to us when he was still alive, so considering all the psychotherapy of the past 20 years exploring and healing (largely) parental legacy, it’s been quite a journey into the past.

On the right, young MB atop a Ferguson tractor, at my father’s first farm at Duckshole just outside Holt in North Norfolk. Bikes came later.

I may well post some more gems from the collection. 1950s Norfolk certainly looked different.